Coming back from spring break was like a mega slap in the face. After soaking up the bright Florida sun (with sunblock and under an umbrella because who wants melanoma), we were back in school and most definitely not ready. In this time, it's important to remember that the last month of school is not a marathon. It is a hard sprint, full of sleepless nights, tests and papers professors forgot they wanted to assign, so they must assign them now. So, buckle up, have the tissues, Tylenol and Red Bull ready and get prepared for the hardest sprint of your entire life. This is not some leisurely long distance race; this is the hardest and shortest sprint you will ever encounter. There will be no time for breathing, no time for relaxing and no time for anything else. Finish the sprint, though, and you'll be home free.
When you get back and each professor throws six assignments at you all at once.
How will all these assignments get done? Is there even enough time in the day? Five professors times six assignments each – that's 30 assignments! UHHHH excuse me, but I got off the plane literally last night, please do not make me do this right now. Cue panic, cue tear stained papers, cue 12 cups of coffee.
After this first week of trying to relearn everything you forgot over break and writing eight-page papers due the next day.
Why are they doing this to me? Are they mad I enjoyed Florida more than their class? I'm sure most of them would rather be in Florida than sitting through a whole entire class. Cue passing out on books in the worst position ever that makes you more sore than that awful kickboxing class you took last semester where you couldn't move for two weeks.
After you take your last final.
You're not quite done yet. Yes, you've finished all of your tests and have done everything you possibly can, but did you pass? Cue drinking, cue uncontrollable sobbing. And twitching whenever you think of the BS you answered your psych open response question with. (I'm sorry, I don't quite remember the Gestalt principle, but who actually does?)
And, finally, after you all pass.
You did it! You passed. You're not quite sure how, and you don't quite care, but you did. Or, you're Phoebe, and you didn't pass, and now you have to retake psych next semester because squeezing out that C- for it to count was just too hard. Save your notes, you'll get 'em next time champ.
Congratulations! Whether you passed or not, you finished the hardest sprint of your life. Now relax for a few months before you have to do it all over again next year.
